Bishop sat on my couch and stuffed his foot into one hiking book. “Oh, I found him. Well, not him, but his place.”
“Youwhat?” I didnotsit. “You found Cam Senet’s house—”
“It’s really more of a trailer.”
“—and you didn’t tell anyone?”
“That’s why I’m here. And thisisme telling you.”
“Bishop, I asked you what happened tonight, and—”
“And I told you I was trying not to do a bad thing.” He met my gaze as he loosened the strings on his second boot. “That was the bad thing. I came here to keep from killing him, because I knowyouhave your heart set on some kind of official proceeding.”
“I—”Damn it!“Okay, that’s astepin the right direction, but you can’t just withhold information like that! We could have been out there catching him, instead of…” I trailed off, jabbing one arm in the direction of my bedroom. “How the hell am I going to explain that delay to Titus?”
Bishop snorted. “I seriously doubt you’re going to have to, but if you do, I’dreallylike to be there to hear it.”
“No. You would not. Where is Cam now?”
“No idea. But I found his place, and if he has no clue we’re onto him, he has no reason not to go back there at some point. So, my options were to wait there, thinking about Yvette’s last hours, getting angrier and angrier by the moment, until I ripped his throat out the second I saw him, or…” He mimicked my gesture toward the bedroom. “Thanks for that, by the way. That shit? The two of us? That’s not normal. Is it always like that, for two shifters?”
“No.” Not with Eamon and me, anyway. “Can you please focus? How can you be sure Cam lives in whatever trailer you found, if he wasn’t there?”
“The whole place smells like a shifter. Front doorknob. Folding chairs on the back deck.”
“Tell me you did not go inside.”
“Of course not. Didn’t touch a goddamn thing. I know how scent transfer works, Charley. “Speaking of which…” His gaze trailed down my body.
“Shit!” I stood and pulled my shirt off again. “Strip and get your ass in the shower.” Before I was even sure he was following orders, I raced into the bathroom, where I turned the shower to full-hot, then stripped out of my own clothes and twisted my hair up into a knot.
The water was still ice cold when I stepped beneath it, and I squealed as chill bumps popped up all over my body.
“I’ll keep you warm,” Bishop said as he wedged himself in with me. There wasnotroom for two in my tiny stall, but there was also no time to spare for two separate showers.
“Don’t keep me warm,” I said through chattering teeth. “Don’t even touch me. The whole point of this is to wash your scent off.” As I reached for the soap, I couldn’t help but notice that he was fully erect again. “Really? Already?”
“Like you’re not interested,” he said, sniffing the air in my direction. “I can smell your arousal, Marshal.”
“Fuck off. Andwash.”
The water warmed up as I handed him a plain soap bar and grabbed my body wash. “How did you find Cam Senet’s trailer?” I asked as I lathered my arms and torso. “There’s no way you just stumbled into it.”
“No. I spent most of the night waiting for Tucker to text me an address to check out, as he found them. But mostly I was just driving around, waiting. Then I got an idea of my own.”
“I’m all ears,” I said as I struggled to wash my legs without bending toward him or soaking my hair.
“Oh, you’re much more than that,” he assured me, running soapy hands over his chest way too slowly not to be deliberate. “But anyway, I was scrolling through Senet’s social media pictures, and I realized I recognized that one selfie he took in a bar that wasn’t the Fat Cat. And I thought, why would a shifter go to a non-shifter bar?”
“You tell me.” I shoved him over so I could rinse. “You clearly did the same thing, if you recognized it.”
“Austin and I went to several bars looking for Nolan Blake before we found this one. We just knew the shifter bar was around here, but we didn’t know where it was or what it was called. Anyway, I figured that the only reason Cam Senet would have to go to a human bar was to find a human woman. So, I went back to that bar.”
“And he was there?”
“No. Again, I have no idea where he was tonight. But when I started asking about him, I met this woman named Tracy.”
“Oh my god.” I stared up at him, only vaguely aware that a fine mist from the shower was hitting my hair knot. “She’s his ex.”
